Fairy Liquid

What a cruel sensationTo feel the shape of bones beneath your aging skinYour naked emotionMeets with the fear -now will you give in?You may hold your lifeIn these fleshless hands -there may not be moreWhat a wrong decisionTo dig into the nature of what you adore

And there is sweetness in the thoughts familiar

In any book of any capable dreamer lying buried belowThere is beauty in the feeble killerInside the drugs that make you shiver, tender, out of nothing at allYou may fool your mindAll of the time -now will you ignoreThis cruel sensationAnd all those shameful years